Hope that at least some of you enjoy it, ideally everyone, but I know it's impossible to please everyone
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The loud banging of a fist on metal jerked Hayley awake hard. Bleary eyed and covered in a gooey and half dried crust of reeking filth it took her a few minutes to remember where she was and what was going on. The air was thick with the smell of foods, especially dairy and fish going off as well as the smell of her own piss and she was sitting in what was just a puddle of filth. It was hot from the heater aimed at the skip she had spent the night in to earn her place at her Mistress’ feet after being doused with plate scrapings and leftovers from the night before, as well as pouring it over herself. Having masturbated until she feel asleep she had no idea what time it was or anything that wasn’t about the she was a sticky, smelly and horny mess.
Blinking into the lights as the lid was opened a pair of gloved hands hauled her up out of the skip. The slimy metal left a black greasy trail over her already filthy body and she found herself unsteady on her slop covered bare feet on the flagstones that lined the basement floor. The air was cool now that she was out of the heated box and she caught sight of herself in a glass door for a shelving unit. Her hair was matted and had all sorts of bits standing out of it. Her body was splashed with several colours but she was mostly a beige, lumpy colour. The rather burly assistant from the night before was standing there in hip waders and gloves and growled something that Hayley interpreted as “over there” at her while pointing to a point in the floor near a drain.
As she walked slowly over to the spot that was indicated, her feet on the uneven and cold stones, she heard the door to the top of the stairs open and the unmistakable staccato of boots on the stairs, and then the stones on the floor. A blast of very soapy and very cold water splashed her, followed by hot water. The contrast in the temperature made her squeal. Sinking to her knees she had buckets of water slopped over her, alternating hot and cold until her skin felt like it was burning either way. She hadn’t been lashed in this way before and the sharp temperature contrasts stung her deep and it was turning her on. Looking up through her tangled and matted hair she two women, dressed only in collars approaching with their heads down and eyes downcast. Walking up to her, they knelt down and began to rub Hayley’s skin slowly and methodically, scraping the sludge that survived her soapy, temperature extreme deluge making her want to cringe and shiver at the touch of their hands. Soon they were rubbing her down, massaging her with wet, soapy hands and looking up she saw a container being brought over. She made eye contact with each of them, the first was a curvy redhead who had her hair cut very short with long bangs and the other had longer black and purple hair that was tied into a topknot style pony tail.
With the stone floor still biting into her knees and two pairs of hands going over her body she looked at the container warily as one of the slaves helping to clean her took the lid off and started scooping out the slimy soap out of it. Hayley wasn’t sure where to move her eyes, but a moan escaped her lips as the one she was calling “violet” deliberately and slowly started to work on cleaning out between Hayley’s ass cheeks, and well after she was finding anything, continued her probing with one hand while rubbing her back with soap.
“You lived up to your reputation, but I need you scrubbed up and ready for lunch time. These two will ensure you are ready in every way for your public unveiling.”, the Mistress said, clad in something more resembling a charcoal grey business suit with a paramilitary feel to it, standing over the scene with the burly guard and the Master and Mistress to the two who were working to clean her up.
The soap soon led to a new slimy coating and was being worked through her hair. With the piss and slop that was in it she could hear the faint sounds of disgust from “red” who was slathering handfuls of the soap into her hair and trying to work the knots out with her fingers. Crawling over on her hands and knees, and showing off a shapely ass “violet” went to the male of the dominant trio. He bent down, she whispered something in his ear. He turned and soon “violet” was carrying a bucket and sponge full of water back with the handle of the bucket in her teeth and the weight of it obviously straining the way the muscles were showing from her neck. Hayley’s flicked between the look on the girl’s face as she crawled back like a beast of burden with the bucket in her mouth, but was also looking at the abstract designs tattooed around the nipples as her breasts swayed as the crawled towards her.
Smiling, “violet” grabbed the sponge and started to rub the warm water around Hayley’s face, taking the shiny layer of soap off and leaving her somewhat breathless as violet continued and slowly dragged the sponge down her neck as carefully as a lover would caress, and then started to wipe her breasts slowly, refilling the sponge and letting the water drip down Hayley’s stomach before dragging the sponge down. Looking coy, “violet” started to wipe Hayley’s arms and hands slowly with the sponge before leaning in close and starting to rub her thighs with the sponge. Hayley shifted, almost reflexively, spreading her legs, but only felt the cool air between her thighs as “violet” moved behind her and started rinsing her back. Reaching into the bucket, “red” rinsed her hands and pulled out a large pumice stone and started to scour the back of her neck and behind her ears. Like the water, the contrast between the treatments was leaving her flushed and breathless, again as “violet” got down and started to rinse down Hayley’s ass with little splashes of water, what she could scoop out of the bucket, as the slid up tight against Hayley’s bare back. Reaching around with the sponge she started to clean between Hayley’s legs and she closed her eyes. Soon it was just the sponge between her thighs, fingers between her ass crack and the pumice stone roaming over her body. She shuddered and whimpered as she came lightly from the attention she was getting. As she did she felt the hands pull away and the bucket of water was dumped over her head.
Standing over her, “red” and “violet” looked down at her, and again, with eyes downcast walked back to their respective owners as Hayley knelt in a puddle.
“Do you feel better?”, her Mistress asked.
“Yes.”, she answered, not sure what to say as she saw the other two being led away, “violet” with her topknot firmly in the hand of her Master and “red” sucking her thumb as she was led upstairs by her Mistress. “Gooood.”, she purred. “You are now clean enough to go upstairs and use a shower. Wash your hair, wash everywhere. You will be assisting me with lunch today and I expect you to be as clean as clean can be. Especially if I want to show you off to anyone else. Understood?”
Hayley nodded. “Stand up then. And you may go up the stairs, 2nd room on the right. Clothes will be waiting.” Without another world she turned on her heel and left as the burly one walked up and tied a towel around her waist. “Now get up there and get ready. You have 45 minutes.” he murmured and gestured her towards the stairs. Reaching the top of the stairs she quickly turned right and counted the doors before going inside the little room, just large enough for a toilet, sink and cramped shower. Hanging behind the door was a white gimp mask, a pair of clear plastic panties and a pair of knee length boots, all shiny and white. She laughed as she realized it wasn’t going to take long to get dressed, so she could enjoy the shower. After fighting with her hair she felt better, though it was lacking “violet’s” touch with the sponge. Looking at herself for a minute in the mirror, her collar and tag all cleaned, the tag now shining again, she took a deep breath and wondered what lunch would entail.
Sliding the clear plastic panties on, then the boots, she put the mask on while leaning her hip against the doorknob. Aside from the zipper for the mouth, once done up, aside from the nose hole her head would be encased completely, no eye holes. Zipping it up over her head she felt for the door knob, and opened it, carefully manoeuvring herself into the hallway and hoping for the best.
An arm took hers and she was relieved to hear the voice of the burly one who led her safely to another part of the house, thankfully on the same level. Based on the warmth and the smells she knew she was near the kitchens, but the loud voices and things not seeming to be quite as intensely dark made her wonder if there was a conservatory out back. Being guided down the steps she found herself being positioned to sit on someone’s lap. A gloved hand started to stroke her and she shivered, wondering if it was the Mistress of the house or someone else. The heat from the smooth thighs and lack of bulge meant she was probably on a woman’s lap and she relaxed a bit, assuming it was the Mistress.
“Everyone, we’re welcoming back Hayley today.”, she said, a cheer going up around the room. “Many of you will remember her or have seen the videos of her performance. You do know that she takes the ‘dirty’ part of dirty slut quite literally. That’s why she’s dressed the way she is today. We have an assortment of treats for her and each of you may, or have your pet or slave deliver your gift for her. Please obey the hygiene restrictions unless otherwise instructed.” The last statement hung in the air and Hayley got a bit moist trying to work out what that meant. Being hauled off the Mistress’ lap, she was dragged several feet away and heard the “ripppp” sound of tape. Within seconds, and obviously done by an expert she felt tape wrapped around her wrists and around the ankle of her boots. It was starting to get hot in the mask and she could feel sweat all over her face and starting to drip down her neck. All around her the smells of the food were teasing her and after one loud gurgle from her stomach all the conversation and clinking of glassware and silverware stopped.
From nearby someone said, “How rude of us not to share.”, and next thing Hayley knew there was something splattered across her chest and started to run down over her tits. She recognized the smell of the macaroni and cheese immediately, but after that it slowly became a blur as she heard chairs being moved and people milling about. Noises of lids and spoons against metal, porcelain and glass came from all around her and she was helpless in the chair with really, the only part of her decently covered being her head, everything else was on view. There was stuff being smeared on her arms that felt like jam, and of course somewhere in there the smell of peanut butter came into it. Marmalade was next, then the very cold heavy cream that made her squeal loudly as it flowed over her tits, her nipples fully erect. Everyone stopped and she heard the boots approaching.
“Now now, inside voice Hayley.”, was what she heard as the zipper to the gimp mask was unzipped. Feeling fingers on her cheeks, Hayley opened her mouth as wide as she could, conditioning from years of being a slut taking over and she quickly found herself gagged with an apple between her teeth stretching her jaw wide and against the mask. It quickly ached all around her jaw but the deluge continued. It wasn’t long before she felt someone pour something into her knickers. It was warm, and gooey and she moaned with delight as it squished around. She moved her thighs and crotch around, writhing, with the rest of her body restrained and blind to everything going on around her. Another tug at the waist and thicker, colder goo went in, glob after glob. More went in, lumpy and fridge cold and her pussy was tingling with excitement.
Attention was turned back to the rest of her and it was hard not to mistake the beaten eggs being poured into her boots, leaving a slimy trail down her shins and squishing, oozing and sticking to her toes as if it was alive and had a mind of it’s own. Trying to work her legs harder she was grunting softly, trying not to bite through the apple, even if she could feel her teeth digging in. Her jaw was throbbing now and she was sweating heavily under the mask now, rivulets of it running down over messy shoulders and chest. Her thighs got smeared with something soft and gooey, but the way the hands moved, she wondered if it was “violet” the way that the touch sent shivers up and down her body as she could feel each finger splayed drawing wave-like patterns in the slop that was being applied to her thighs. The touch was so light, yet it was making her horny with the best rough slap or hair pull.
A hard smack that almost knocked the air out of her lungs snapped her back and as she coughed around the apple she realized that her Mistress had given her dessert, a pie to the chest that was now being smeared around her tits roughly, but slowly. No one else hit her that hard with a pie to the chest, or on the ass for that matter. Oddly the fingers kept going and then she heard her Mistress say “You did a good job earlier, would you like a minute to get acquainted?”, but not to her.
Hayley’s heart pounded as she realized that it was one of the slaves from earlier, and the thought of it being strangely tattooed “violet” who was so interested in playing with her pussy as she washed her made her squirm anew. “I think she heard that.”
“If it pleases my Master’s associate, I would appreciate any reward for being adequate.”
“You see what’s left on the tray, whatever you want from it or whatever else you want to do. But you only have one minute.”
“Yes ma’am.”, she heard, trying to place the accent and coming up with something not quite Welsh, but not quite London.
Struggling against her restraints and hearing a murmur of conversation in the background, no longer hearing specific words, she felt more stuff being poured into her already filled plastic knickers before feeling what was quite obviously a nose against her crotch. The crowd’s volume raised as she felt the head moving around between her thighs, tongue licking out against her skin, feeling hair against what parts of her weren’t covered in mess. The warmth and pressure of a tongue made her spasm in the chair, and her hips started to rock and sway. She could picture that head now getting smeared with the goo being squished out of the leg holes and the waistband of the knickers, she could imagine it streaking that hair and it was driving her wild knowing that this other slave at the gathering was burying her head in her thighs. She was so close, so, so, close to it when she heard a familiar voice bellow out “STOP! Your one minute is up.”
Despite the aches in her jaw Hayley’s head swung from side to side to side in a “No!” as she let out a guttural growl from behind the apple of half frustration and half unrequited desire. All of that had happened in a minute, and only a few seconds more would have been enough. To have it happen that quickly wasn’t impossible for her, but to have it snatched away like that was almost too much to bear.
Panting and moaning she was left alone for minute upon agonizing minute. She tried to move her hands and wrists to reach her crotch to finish herself off, or move her thighs but it was no use. She was stuck there, almost at the edge as everyone watched her suffer, covered in sweet, gooey mess, but left there all the same. Inside the hood it was hotter and sweatier than ever, she could smell it even outside the mask mixed with the other goo on her body.
After several agonizing minutes, and whimpering behind her mask and apple gag she heard boots clicking on floorboards before feeling her waistband being pulled forward and then something behind slid down between her legs. It was hard enough to feel good as it passed along the length of her lower lips and was surprised when she was being rubbed with it. It was getting slimier down there and she assumed it was her wetness. With her breathing faster and more whimpering she started to buck her hips against it as much as she could. It started moving faster and it was clear this time she’d be allowed to get off. All the humiliation, all the being stuck helpless and gagged through this lunch flooding through her pounding heart. Whatever it was, it was getting slicker and slicker, moving faster because of the lubrication. Nothing had penetrated her but it was hitting all the right spots and she found herself moaning the world “Please” with drool running down her chin inside her mask.
Finally, after minutes, but what felt like hours she came and she came hard. Moaning and grunting she tried to make herself understood, but the apple muttered all the names she was calling herself and all the things that she wanted done to her. Totally soaked under the gimp mask she felt the apple being taken away. With her mouth aching she kept it open and was rewarded with something soft and tasting of her juices on her lower lips and tongue. Wrapping her lips around it she sucked as it was used to face fuck her, with the chocolate not even phasing her, having assumed pudding was in the clear knickers. Sloppily she sucked at it, knowing she had messy drool flowing all around her mouth and down onto her dirty breasts.
She was still going when the zipper on the back of the mask was undone and it was pulled off. Blinking into the afternoon sun shining through the glass of the conservatory she saw several Masters and Mistresses with their “pets” looking at her and looking down she realized that she was sucking off a Mars bar that had been used as a dildo. Her Mistress was there giving her a regular beat to suck to as if it was a cock. Looking down, Hayley had enough range of movement to see the cake and jam and pie slop on her tits and belly along with the rice pudding, custard and jam in her knickers as the chocolate bar slid in and out of her mouth. Blackberry and cherries with whipped cream were smeared over her thighs and the eggs in her boots were congealing. On show in front of all of them she felt their looks of contempt, of pity and of arousal at her and she felt deep down that to be on display like this was already priming her to cum again.
Spying mess on the face of “violet” she worked her tongue harder and wondered as she put on her show, if she’d have the chance to repay the favour as she continued to suck on the Mars bar dildo and enjoy her Mistresses’ attention for everyone to see.
